Heading to the Cold-Eyed Six-Winged Silver Wolf Clan
The usually frail and timid Shi Wan asked softly, "Xiao Qi, can I go to the Chaos Realm with you?"
Gong Qi said, "But the Chaos Realm is notorious for its disorder. Your injuries still haven't fully healed, and the Northern Region's environment is better suited for your recovery..."
Shi Wan looked at Gong Qi with watery eyes. "But... but I don't want to leave you?"
Gong Qi's heart instantly softened.
Thinking of how Shi Wan had loved clinging to her back in the Cold Water Domain, she sighed. "Fine. Then come with me."
Shi Wan's eyes immediately brightened.
Gong Qi entrusted Yu Ai to the Qingluan Clan, brought Qing Jue and Qing Gui along, and with Senior Sister Yuan Xi, she took three people in total.
Since they were traveling under the banner of a diplomatic mission, Gong Shaojun had specially arranged a banquet for them.
Only after the banquet did she formally see Gong Qi off.
Before Gong Qi had even reached the Chaos Realm, rumors along the way had already sprouted wildly like weeds.
The stories about what Gong Xi had done grew more outrageous with every retelling.
Though Gong Qi believed her eldest brother had grand ambitions, he had lived for over ten thousand years. He would not be so foolish as to cause a commotion known across all three realms over some trivial act.
Gong Qi was more inclined to believe that someone had deliberately spread the rumors, pushing Gong Xi into the whirlpool of public opinion.
The cultivators traveling with her all felt there was something deeply strange about it.
Gong Qi did not involve herself in it in the slightest.
She had asked the High Priest and Qingyun about it, but both kept their mouths